PMD: Stargazer Chronicles

Overlord- Stroke of Luck

Overlord- Stroke of Luck

Character: Jayden

Species: Ambipom

Age: ???

Nickname: Riot

Year of character creation: 2014

Story: A Leonidas from Verity with a strong hate for the Nightlight Association. A latent gene from the Veritan blessing causes his body to heat up drastically and burn through energy at a faster rate than any other kind of combatant in the world. He works with the Rioters and Jessie Frisk to revive Regigigas.

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Even massive cities like Central Valor had quiet places. Furret Abigail found one on the outskirts of a busy, open park she'd been meaning to visit for a while now. Some major events always got in the way. Nothing less than her day off brought her here.

Razor-thin clouds drew wobbly stripes in the sky. Summer sunlight battered Abigail's forehead. Her paw tickled from the prickly stem of a sunflower she bought. For whatever reason, her dad loved them. Maybe she'd find a bit of love for them left in her too, if she tried.

Abigail flinched; her phone rang in her cape pocket. She reached, saw Aaron's name and handsome picture, and answered.

"Hello?" Abigail asked, staring up at the clear midday sky.

"Hey, Abigail? Sorry to call now while you're out... uh, you know."

"What's up?"

"Yellow Clan ran into some trouble today when they went to help some Nightlights with a disturbance. I don't mean to alarm you, but the last time Aden asked me for help, we found him lying face-down in a ditch unconscious after a rock slide. Something's up."

Abigail sighed. "Does it really have to be me today?"

"I'm sorry."

"I just... I wanted a break today."

"I'll help you wrap it up quick. Sent you directions. I'll be there with Gawain."

"Alright. See you there."

Abigail brought up the map and one-by-one turned off each marker: the flower shop she already visited, the farmer's market, where some of her father's crafts used to be sold, and a handful of cafes her father took her to whenever they visited the big city. She changed course for a random small street two blocks away. Whatever interrupted her father's birthday had better be cousins with the apocalypse.

Two blocks of uninterrupted birdsongs and rustling leaves stopped in front of a miniature warzone, complete with metal barricades, projectiles of every kind, busted up storefronts and apartments, and Nightlights wiped out in ditches blown out of the sidewalk.

Abigail approached low to the ground and wordlessly joined a Riolu with a white cape behind cover. Other Nightlights fired attacks in and out of cover, but Abigail couldn't see who they were firing at.

The Riolu turned to Abigail and gasped. Her eyes lit up.

"Hey Abigail!" Riolu squeaked. "You look beautiful today! Remember me? I helped you out with the casino and you got me a job?"

Abigail took a moment. "Uh, yah. Erica? What's going on here?"

"We heard you were out today so I was being a discount Lodestar type of deal." Erica pointed to the Compass Rose on her back. "You know, helping settle quarrels and stuff. And then there was this thing that happened where I was chasing shady people and, uh... Sorry, I'm doing my best."